Whimsical Misadventures CYOA

Jewels and pearls clinked before Rarity raised her head. Her eyes widened as he own purple dressed floated down atop her. Completely lost in the moment, the fabric found its way over her head and down her back without resistance. It pulled taught and snug against Rarity's pleasant curves.

"Sweet Celestia! What's the meaning of this?" A giggle echoed out into the boutique as Rarity's right forehoof moved on its own. Rarity looked on in horror as her hoof waved in the air like shooing a pest. Then her whole body started forward towards her set of mirrors.

"No! Stop! I command you hooves, stop this instant!" A moment later, they did, only for her whole body to spin rapidly. When it stopped, Rarity was posing in front of her three mirrors, one hoof forward, her back curved.

It was all quite improper.

Pinkie's voice floated out of the ether, "Now presenting, the dazzling damsel, the fabulous fashionista, the regal Rarity!" There was audible applause as Rarity was forced to turn and prance back and forth, her hips swaying rhythmically. Turning, her hoof raised to caress the pearls on the dress's neckline before cupping her cheek. Rarity gasped, then fainted, her head slumping. Still holding Rarity up like a doll, Pinkie is considers her options:

Take Rarity to bed and let her wake up later thinking its all a dream?
Look for some sunglasses and pretend to be her for a while?